Edward Estlin Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings, popularly known as E. E. Cummings, with the abbreviated form of his name often written by others in all lowercase letters as e. e. cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses approximately 2,900 poems, an autobiographical novel, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular.
Birth and early years
Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894 to Edward and Rebecca Haswell Clarke Cummings. He was named after his father but his family called him... more »
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Edward Estlin Cummings Poems
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang
1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)
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If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,- But things couldn't go right
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does,
I Am A Beggar Always
i am a beggar always who begs in your mind (slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.
in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman
in time of daffodils(who know
in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how
i have found what you are like
i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields
all in green
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.
in spite of everything...
in spite of everything which breathes and moves,since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease)
if I should sleep with a lady called dea...
if I should sleep with a lady called death get another man with firmer lips ` to take your new mouth in his teeth (hips pumping pleasure into hips).
Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not; Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou, True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow; Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot,
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i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul ...